It doesn’t even take a second before I’m posted up against my bedroom wall, Ashley kissing me harder and harder by the minute. My hands find their way down her body to the hem of her shirt, tugging on it slightly.

She tries to pull away from the kiss, but I don’t let her. Honestly I don’t want to stop, for anything.

                “Spence…” She mumbles against my lips, I only kiss her harder.  “Spence, I can’t…” She keeps trying to pull away, but it’s impossible for me to let go.

                “My shirt…”

                What…about…your…shirt…” I say in between short, but tasteful kisses.

                “I can’t…” She moans as I make my way down her neck, kissing the skin lightly.

                “Can’t what?” I ask, loving the sound of her moan.

                “I can’t take…it off…” She pulls my head away from her neck to meet my lips in a hard, needed kiss.

She pulls away breathlessly before continuing. “…If we’re still kissing.” Her hot breath still tingling my lips.

                “Right, yeah, sorry.” I pull away, smiling nervously as she peels off the garment.

                “Your turn,” She grins, and who am I to deny her command?

My shirt is off in a flash, already been thrown somewhere in the corner. My lips find Ashley’s again for what feels like the millionth time tonight. But I’m not tired of it. Not one bit.

She pushes us off the wall, and in less than a second we’re on my bed. Limbs are tangling with limbs; lips moving in sync with each other, and hands tangling in hair.

She’s on top, already trying to unbutton by pants, but having trouble, considering we can’t rip our lips off of each other.

I take my hands out of her hair quickly, making my way to my pants. I unbutton them in one swift motion and in no time they’re with my discarded shirt.

I don’t even remember when her bra or pants were taken off, but we’re practically equal right now. We both have one thing coming between us, our underwear.

It’s not long before thats gone either. We both lower our hands, making our way inside each other with ease. She starts out with one finger, as do I, but it’s hard for me to keep pace. I keep stopping my thrusts every time she adds another finger, but when I gain the strength, I thrust back into her.

It’s almost time now, for both of us. Ashley adds her last finger, making it three. I do the same, this time thrusting into her harder than she is me.

Our lips part for the much needed breath, before her lips graze my ear.

                “I’ve missed you.”

We both moan as we come down from our high. I don’t think I’ve done so much screaming in my life. But I guess not having that for four years, can indeed make it incredible.

                “I’ve missed you too.” I whisper breathlessly before she lays her body next to mine.

After our breathing become steady, and a chaste kiss, we both become victims of sleep.

Or at least she does, I don’t think I’ll be able to.